Much to your displeasure, Arthur had pleaded with you to break Micah out of jail so he wouldn’t have to— arguing that he didn’t like the guy all that much, if at all.

You agreed, for reasons unbeknownst to you. You’ve ridden into the small town of Strawberry on your steed and hitched your horse near the sheriff’s office; now talking to Micah through the bars of his cell.

“Took you long enough,” Micah picks at his teeth with an accompanied ‘tch’. “How’re you plannin’ to get me outta this?”